Imagine being buried alive and then seeing this little guy with a backpack suddenly arrive
It gets better. The little backpack has a two-way radio.
So you’re trapped under rubble, and then a rat shows up. Flicks a switch on its little tumtum. And starts talking to you.
The Rescuers live action adaptation looks good as hell actually
reminder to:
- straighten your back
- go pee goddAMN IT STOP HOLDING IT
- go take your meds if you need to
- drink some water
- go get a snack if you havent eaten in a while
- maybe wander around the house/stretch a little if you’ve been sat at the computer a while (artists especially: sTRETCH THOSE WRISTS)
- reply to that text/message from earlier you’d forgotten about
- maybe send a nice lil message to someone having a bad day?
trxye-and-txlly
I just would like to thank everyone who ever reblogs this so that it somehow ends up back on my dash because I usually need the reminder (especially the drinking water one)
Of all posts to see with a million notes, I’m glad it’s this one.
how the fuck did we get from there to where we are today
the commodification of friendship is the most annoying thing to come out of the internet in ages. like actually i love to break this to you but you're supposed to help your friends move even if it's hard work. or stay up with them when they're sad even if you're gonna lose sleep. you're supposed to listen to their fears and sorrows even if it means your own mind takes on a little bit of that weight. that's how you know that you care. they will drive you to the airport and then you will make them soup when they're sick. you're supposed to make small sacrifices for them and they are supposed to do that for you. and there's actually gonna be rough patches for both of you where the balance will be uneven and you will still be friends and it will not be unhealthy and they will not be abusive. life is not meant to be an endless prioritization of our own comfort if it was we would literally never get anywhere ever. jesus.
fantastic mr fox says something about fatherhood that’s batshit insane and I don’t think the movie actually knows it’s saying it. it just takes you by the shoulders and makes you look square in its eyes and goes “some men should never have been fathers. they are. and they love their children deeply. and they try so very hard. but that doesn’t mean they should have been fathers.” and then just gets up and leaves you with that like you’re meant to be okay afterward
…That’s Wes Anderson, and Wes Anderson absolutely knows what he is saying.
“Sex is not a goddamn performance. Sex should feel as natural as drinking water. It should not require confidence. Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe. Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire. You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh. It’s not about being “good in bed.” It’s about being happy. One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough. What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you. Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later. Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be. I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this. I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want. It’s originality. It’s passion. It’s joy. Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception. I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way. “Good in bed,” what. You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you. Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel. This isn’t a test.”
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(via nikolaiolivier)
WHOA. WHOA. WHOA. YES.
(via bitterherbs)
thinking about rick’s speech in “them”, thinking about how the last episode of the walking dead is rest in peace, thinking about rick telling the group when they were desperate how his grandad would tell himself “rest in peace, now get up and go to war” while fighting on WW II, thinking about how on that same scene rick said “we are the walking dead” implying that for now they would have to pretend, to fight to live another day, until they were safe, until they actually got to live, thinking about how on the last episode, the episode called rest in peace, daryl said “we ain’t the walking dead”.
they don’t have to pretend anymore, they don’t get to just survive. they can live. they can do more than just fight to see another day, they can build, and aid to other people, they get to have families, they can do and be more, they get to dream about a different future. they get to live.
they are not the walking dead. they are the ones who live.
Enolas mum was like "honey you need other people"
So she went out and got herself a boyfriend.
Then saw how lonely her brother was and got him one too.
Good for her.
seinfield but its set in brooklyn 2022
Lady of shallot. Lady of onion. Lady of garlic. Lady of chives.
its 4am and I have no control over what i draw
